She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 124

"Ah! You won! You won, Hulda!" Abby immediately rushed to the fence.

Hulda slipped off her horse and looked up at Caspian, who was still mounted. "Mr. Sterling, you lost."

Caspian looked down at the triumphant smile reaching the corners of her eyes, his own lips curving slightly. "So I lost. Do I look like a sore loser?"

With that, he dismounted and walked straight toward the exit.

"Boss, are you done riding?" Dylan called out, confused.

Ms. Atherton is right here! Why aren't you taking the opportunity to spend more time with her?

"I'm tired," Caspian replied without looking back, leaving those two words hanging in the air.

Dylan glanced at Hulda, then scurried after his boss like a loyal puppy.

Abby pushed up her glasses as she watched Caspian leave. "Loses and immediately runs away. Talk about being a sore loser."

Thanks to that high-speed lap, Hulda was still buzzing with adrenaline. Caspian's absence was for the best; now she could just enjoy herself in peace.

"Want me to teach you how to ride, Abby?"

"I'd love that!" Seeing Hulda look so badass had sparked Abby's own interest.

Just then, a senior instructor walked over. "Good afternoon, ladies. I am one of the senior coaches here. How about I teach your friend the basics of riding?"

Hulda thought about it and nodded. "That works. A professional coach will be much more thorough than me."

With that settled, Abby began her basic lessons in a small perimeter ring with the coach.

Meanwhile, Hulda took the chestnut mare and freely galloped around the main track.

By the time they left the arena, Hulda hadn't received a single follow-up call from Caspian.

As late afternoon approached, Abby suggested taking a walk by the ocean to catch the sunset.

Hulda nodded. "Exactly. When I was developing the theoretical framework for this project, I compiled a massive amount of meteorological and physical environment data." She looked at Abby. "Based on my data models and historical patterns, under this specific wind direction and tidal condition, this patch of ocean is highly susceptible to severe undertows. Just to be safe, we shouldn't go any further. If you want to hang out, we can stay in the shallows."

Hearing that, Abby lost all interest in playing around. All she wanted was to run back to her room and document everything Hulda had just explained.

As soon as the boat docked, Abby practically bolted back to the resort.

Still feeling uneasy, Hulda stayed behind to give a warning to the pier staff. She urged them to avoid taking boats out into deep waters for the next two days.

Even if the undertows didn't materialize, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Although the staff didn't really believe her—they trusted the official weather forecast more—they still politely thanked her for the advice.

Hulda had done all she could. The rest was out of her hands.

She was just turning to leave when she ran straight into Herbert, Sylvie, and their group.

"Hulda?" Upon seeing her, Herbert immediately shielded Sylvie behind his back, eyeing Hulda with deep suspicion. "What are you doing here?"